Mr. Yummy

What better way to spend a Sunday?

Someone thinks I'm tea-rriffic!

I'd like to thank the Duchess of Tea for sharing her "tea-rriffic" award with me! I'm flattered and honoured.
The Duchess lives at the Rose Tea Cottage and it's a beautiful blog- so much to see and read. It's become one of my favorite places to visit each day.

Thank you again, Duchess!

Well, don't they think they're funny!

When some of our co-workers asked XRay Girl and I what we were going to do last Thursday night, I said, "We're going out for a little Mexican." XRay Girl winked at me and said, "Well, I saw the hot waiter and he ain't so little. He's taller than you!"

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My boss at the ice cream store said she needed to fix me up with a nice man and was thinking about guys she knew. I said I wanted someone literate and who might even love reading. She said, "Well, you're an English teacher. If he can't read, you could teach him!"

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Parental Advice

Daddy-O, Mac and I are sitting together in the living room and I'm bemoaning my life and declare with authority and control: "I need a routine!"

Without missing a beat, Daddy-O starts dancing: step, ball change, step ball change- jazz hands!

That's So NOT what I meant!
Mags

Tequila had nothing to do with it!

I didn't go spinning this morning and the tequila I consumed last night had nothing to do with it! I swear! As a matter of fact, I knew it was okay for me to consume the tequila because Insurance Barbie told me at work last night that she didn't have day care again for her boy- this was not a good week for her and day care, she said.

So when XRay Girl and I went to celebrate her passing her Anatomy and Physiology class (it's the do or die class- you pass it and you can survive the rest of the program. You fail it and you need another non medical major) so she could move forward in her radiology courses, we celebrated in style. I knew I wouldn't have to get up at 6am to spin- and no my head isn't spinning either, thankfully- so I had 4 margaritas with her. And we did have a great time laughing and being silly!

And as for spinning.... well, it looks like Insurance Barbie isn't gonna come through so I'm gonna see if there is an evening class and if so I'll either go it alone, or see if Booknut or XRay Girl wants to go. I know without a doubt, that no matter how much I love blog fodder, I will never, ever get up and go at 6 am all by myself, Just won't happen. So, I'll see what I can find out.

As for me and my Friday, I have to go ready to scoop ice cream. Well, I have to go get my car first. Daddy-O is going to take me to the Mexican restaurant parking lot to pick it up. :Ahem:

TGIF,
MAGS

1 tequila, 2 tequila, 3 tequila...floor

I have officially hit an all time low- drunk blogging.

I would also like to announce that I am still celibate (that so sucks) AND I did not marry an illegal alien...

Oh that would only make sense if I tell you that we (my new friend XRay Girl and I) ate at an authentic Mexican restaurant. I didn't marry our super hot Hispanic waiter nor did I make him a citizen... or a notch on my lipstick case...damn it. He was so hot.

I and XRayGirl dranks LOTS of margaritas.

Ole',
Mags

My totally immature moment

There are times when I try to act my age. I really do. For example, in the world of teen boys, if someone uses the word "bush" like "the rose bushes on the patio need trimmed" teen boys giggle and snort and say things like, "she said bush." tee-hee hee.

But I swear to the goddess I feel like a teenage boy at work when I have to make one thing.

We have frozen bananas dipped in chocolate fudge and then rolled in nuts. I swear when someone orders is, I can't help but smile and then feel completely embarrassed while I make it and then carry it to the counter, all the way across the shoppe. I blush to the roots of my hair when I make this phallic dessert for customers. I just can't help it. It's totally Freudian, I'm sure, but I just seems to get the giggles that I stifle. Totally immature, I know.

And if you never had a frozen banana on a stick dipped in chocolate, rolled in crushed nuts to eat like a Popsicle, well... it looks like an edible treat you might order from an Adam & Eve catalog...

And conversations between a couple who came in the store like the following do not help.

Woman: Honey, I have to use the restroom. Will you order for me?
Man: Sure. What do you want?
Woman: A frozen banana dipped in chocolate with nuts.
Man: Are you serious?
Woman: (looking all innocent) Yeah...?
Man: No fucking way am I ordering that or carrying it around.

Hey, I felt for him. I didn't want to make it about as much as he didn't want to order it. Men NEVER order frozen bananas on a stick. Probably also Freudian. Seriously.... think about that for a minute, will ya?

Oh yeah, she ended up having a banana split- what the hell was up with her and bananas?

Again, I know it's immature, but I guess it's just one of those things... Maybe because I spend so much time with teenagers? And I am the proud owner of a teenage boy son?

"She said 'banana'! tee-hee-hee!!!",
Mags